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Chapter 1168 - 1168 588 Use all methods to defeat me (4000)

Chapter 1168: 588 Use all methods to defeat me (4000) Chapter 1168: 588 Use all methods to defeat me (4000) “Sect Master, Sect Master…”

Simonyi gazed at Casio’s silhouette, his eyes filled with confusion.

Because at that moment, the Demon Figure Gate Master no longer exuded a domineering and strong aura, but rather, he radiated a regal and exceptionally sacred presence. He looked just like a holy spirit sculpture enshrined in a church.

The mud dolls and statues, once devoid of life, had come alive and begun to move.

An inexplicable urge to worship welled up inside Simonyi. He took a deep breath, and the fists that were tightly clenched gradually relaxed. The nervousness within him dissipated without a trace.

Sometimes, the presence of certain people simply had such a calming and monumental effect. At that moment, in Simonyi’s heart. Even if the Demon Figure Gate Master was multitasking, partly dragging the Black Rain Villa, surrounded by powerful enemies, and with top forces converging, he still felt invincible to the world!

Black Rain Villa, Baptism Church — viewed from above in the sky.

From three directions, powerful silhouettes suddenly swooped in. Eastside, westside, southside, the three deputy leaders of the Door Organization — the giant bat faces formed by concentrated blood of longevity, the fusion of the three Moon God statues.

Different powers, the same formidable strength, firmly targeted at one location.

The figure, slowly stepping forward and emitting holy white steam, approached.

Now, if any of the world’s top fighters were held in the crosshairs of these three forces, they would likely freeze on the spot, daring not to make the slightest move under the immense pressure for fear of exposing a fatal flaw. However, Casio did as he pleased, each movement easy and carefree. It appeared he was completely disregarding the incoming rush from the three sides and their attacks.

“To have distributed most of your strength from your body, still engaged in a fierce deadlock with the terrifying body of Black Rain Villa. And to barely rely on the remaining energy, yet disdain us so? Demon Figure Gate Master, today you will pay the price for your arrogance!” Evil Heart Holy Fist exclaimed as he swept through the air, catching sight of the scene near the Baptism Church.

Below the Heavenly Giant Hand amid clouds at the meteor’s core, stood a starkly ferocious bird of prey, fiery red in color. Its spiked wings spread towards the sky, feathers merging into the giant hand like burning flame ripples.

This was clearly the manifestation of Casio’s Tyrant Fist power. He had split off most of his Qi to continue contending against the Black Rain Villa in the sky, while only a small amount was left to handle the combined assault of the world’s top forces, appearing like an overconfident gambit destined to fail.

In those legendary tales, all ultimate villains seemed to face the hero groups alone arrogantly. After many twists and turns, they were eventually defeated, turning into stepping stones. At this moment, Evil Heart Holy Fist inexplicably felt that his Door Organization, along with the Lunar Eclipse Meeting’s Blood Clan and other evil forces, had become the orthodox heroes’ group, aiming to challenge the Demon Figure Gate Master, the ultimate villainous demon lord. They even assumed the traditional siege stance.

This sense of déjà vu left Evil Heart Holy Fist somewhat bewildered for a moment.

The situation faced by the Demon Figure Gate Master was what the Door Organization should have encountered. Once, they were the ultimate villains that all orthodox forces had to confront. So powerful that all forces needed to come together for a siege, and it was still not certain they could be defeated – a terrifying force.

And today, all of that seamlessly shifted to the Demon Figure Gate Master.

He was the one standing in the final stage waiting to be challenged by everyone. A psychological difference in the notion of strength and status was formed.

“Together, attack!”

Evil Heart Holy Fist roared, his silhouette, already transformed into an afterimage, suddenly accelerated. Like having a propeller on his back, he charged straight at Casio.

On either side of him on the buildings, the shadows of the two deputy leaders of the Door Organization appeared, like whirlwind arrows coming into formation. The three together formed a trident-like thrust, with the auras of Extreme Fighters stacking together.

The surrounding air visibly rippled and churned, as if boiling.

Shoosh, shoosh, shoosh!

From the eastern side facing Casio, three figures charged forward. Leading was Evil Heart Holy Fist, inhabiting the body of the first King, Shadow Crane, his face cruel and indifferent, his body surrounded by “Z” shaped black cracks, as if invisible claws were tearing through the air.

Behind and to the left of Evil Heart Holy Fist, the figure, fully enveloped in a black robe with hands dangling down. Only a pair of silver palms were visible, the joints slightly flexed, brewing a dangerous and fearsome aura. To the right and in the back, that person held a beheading knife in one arm, unceasingly slashing through the air, producing a buzzing sound like that of bees.

“Domain of Evil Heart, all things become still.”

In an instant, Evil Heart Holy Fist’s eyes turned deep black, and he entered a special state. Everything around transformed into slow motion of black and white lines, sound and light blocked, focusing only on the enemy’s silhouette.

He fixed his eyes on Casio, his hand drawing diagonally, and suddenly, numerous black cracks appeared in the air, like a high-frequency cutting sword.

Gush, gush!

His palm thrust forward violently, homing in on the deadly vulnerable point of the enemy.

In Evil Heart Holy Fist’s black-and-white slow-motion vision, the powerful attacks of the other two deputy leaders of the Door Organization also followed up. One with the silver palm struck fiercely, exploding the air inch by inch. The other, holding the Beheading Knife, promptly slashed, drawing a curve intending to decapitate the enemy.